In honor of you who lived in honor of Him

Precious Pictures! Lindsay and her love, Max; Lindsay and her twin Josh as babies.


Oh, Lindsay Lou.

Tomorrow marks the four year anniversary of my cousin Lindsay’s death. She was the best example of someone living out their faith that I have ever known. She “got it” at such a young age and lived it, lived for Him. So much has happened in these four years.And now her many sins have been forgiven for she loved much (Luke 7:52). Oh, did she ever!!!!

She would just be thrilled at how everyone has grown: her brother Matt got married and is in law school, her twin Josh is in dental school, her little brother Sam is a baseball/middle school stud, her cousin Natalie – who’s birthdays are separated by one day – is getting married in the spring and me, well, I’m chugging along in my senior year of college aiming for law school. I keep a picture of Matt, Josh, Nat, Lindsay, and me near my bed at school. It was taken the last time I saw her at my family's farm over Thanksgiving.

Oh how she would delight in our joys, encourage us along, and love us unconditionally and powerfully as she did when she was still present with us. She still fulfills those roles, though now she is face to face with Jesus, now that she is whole and pure and unburdened by sin. She is smiling down on us, my reminder to fight the good fight, finish the race. It’s hard to imagine that she has seen God’s face! She has waited expectantly and He threw open the doors and what a feast for the eyes – she could gaze upon His glory and look in His eyes; I shall not mourn for her down here.

When I get where I’m going
There’ll be only happy tears
I’ll shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years
I’ll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
When I get where I’m going
Don’t cry for me down here
…so much pain and so much darkness in this world we stumble through
all these questions I can’t answer, there’s so much work to do
but when I get where I’m going and I see my Maker’s face
I’ll stand forever in the light of His Amazing Grace
(Brad Paisley, When I get where I'm going)

An excerpt from the Journals of Lindsay Carole Miller read at her Memorial Service September 14, 2004

I know that God has blessed me beyond belief, and have prayed for His help from the day I became his daughter. So now I pray for courage, wisdom, strength, grace, hope, knowledge, faith, and kindness. ...And in knowing that this life is merely a backstage, a blink in time, I can live in peace.
We should have faith that through His Son Jesus Christ can we be saved. We should know this and not much more to make it through this life. He's really all about love. We need to understand that nowhere will we find pure...love than God's love. ...We also must learn to forgive...because we are falible and will make mistakes. ...we need to believe in God and put our faith and ourselves ONLY in Him, learn to love...and by the grace of God only can we be saved. Thank you Lord for GRACE!

Lindsay Carole Miller

The last recorded entry in her prayer journal:

Please let all I do be in remembrance and Honor of you! I LOVE YOU MY Adonai, Yeshua, Elohim, Yaweh, Abba, Father, Friend, and King.

Lindsay Carole Miller, 2004

My grandmother wrote me this and I kept it. It is one of my most treasured notes I've ever been written because it connects me with dearest Lindsay.

Hi Allison
Your beautiful mind and thought processes are continually inspiring-and amazing. I think you and Lindsay are/were soul sisters. Just think of the discussions you two could have had at this stage in your life! Perhaps she speaks with and through you and you have these questions-and answers-of the heart.
I am very proud of you,little one.
Lindsay wrote in one of her notes to me that she didn't realize how much she didn't know. But she was learning and open to so much. And her observation of her Mother as she gained insight and wisdom. Life is an ongoing lesson-some don't pay attention and don't learn. You, me dear, are right on track.
Keep in touch. The year is almost over at school.
Much love
Gma Carole 4/30/06

weight will help..revisited

*I came back after my class to revisit this morning's earlier musing.

Friend #1: I am not happy with Jesus. He won’t give me what I want.

Friend #2: Jesus is a Rolling Stones fan (and he proceeded to sing) “you can’t always get what you want.”

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need

Pray as though everything depended on God. Work as though everything depended on you. (I don’t know, I think this quote relates somehow…)

Jars of Clay sings in Sunny Days **“the weight will make their hearts grow stronger…” The weight of unanswered questions that nag me, mountains I’m trying to climb, patience I’m wishing would develop…and sometimes that weight, that pressure and resistance I have to work against, is exactly what I need to help me grow, though at the time it is not pleasant. Since it is for my good, it would behoove me not to complain about it.

**Actually, the lyric is "the wait will make the heart grow stronger"...which is equally appropriate in the challenges it raises. If we get what we want exactly when we want it, is whatever has been gained really worth it, do we really appreciate it, are we really able to distinguish what's worth having from what's not? By "we" I mean me, I just use "we" as a way of distancing myself from the tendency mentioned. Nothing worth having is easy, isn't that what I've been told?

And if ya try sometime ya just might find, you get what ya need…Ah,maybe this is where the quote ties in. In Eat Pray Love Liz Gilbert remarks: "Prayer is a relationship. Half the job is mine. If I want transformation but can't even be bothered to articulate, what, exactly, I'm aiming for, how will it ever occur? Half of the benefit of prayer is the asking itself...there is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under my jurisdiction...I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and my life and money and energy with...and most of all, I can choose my thoughts."

So thank you Jesus for these "weights", these trials, though they weigh on my heart and make it feel heavy. Thank You for not giving me what I want when it's not what I need, or, when I'm not ready for it, or because I need to work with these weights to get stronger (like a body builder, though that analogy is obvious), and be faithful in a few things so I can be ready to be entrusted with further blessing, for keeping doors closed until your time. Help me to trust your timing because it always has been best and perfect.

I can choose my thoughts. My friend's mom would always tell us "choose kindness" or "choose joy", I don't remember which. I can choose to be thankful for the weights not bitter, and follow the example of Paul whose thorn was not removed. Because it was not removed, Christ's strength became an even more intimate reality in his life than before, and Paul learned just how sufficient that strength was because he had to rely /lean/depend on it. Would he had learned that lesson without the thorn? Hmmm.

I can choose to look to one of the great leaders of the Christian faith for wisdom.

2 Corinthians 12:7-10: To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger from Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

secure

Oh dear.

I had set aside this afternoon for LSAT prep and am really just not feeling it. I’ve gotten through some logic puzzles, “games” if you will, and haven’t had nearly the success I had on reading comprehension. Not to mention… it’s a beautiful day outside. Instead of getting anxious that my dream of law school hinges on this test I’m not exactly mastering, I’m going to be positive and assure myself that I’ll prepare the best I can these next 4 weeks. I’ll do my best…that’s all I can do. A lot can happen in 4 weeks. I wish I could make a trip to Murfreesboro to see Clint but know I need the weekends in between now and Oct. 4 to study in order to honestly say I gave this test my best shot. If I spend the weekends in between playing and not working, that wouldn’t be the case now would it.

I love how this weekend I went to bed earlier than I do on the weeknights. I needed to go to bed early last night because this morning I went to church (Redeemer) with Stephanie and Chelsea bright and early. I went to Redeemer a lot freshman and sophomore year and it was so good to be back.

Today was Communion Sunday. Communion Sunday has a refreshing, revitalizing power and this Sunday was no exception. Perhaps that is why, in a childish way, I feel discouraged by the premise of standardized tests where you have to perform, show you’re good enough, smart enough, in order to compete with hundreds for coveted acceptance letters, because as Pastor Toby pointed out today, God doesn’t turn anyone away from His table. God doesn’t get discouraged with me even when I get discouraged with myself, like right now.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and I will give you rest…whoever comes to me I will never drive away” (Matt. 11:28, John 6:37)

Toby said God’s table is the “great equalizer” – others may be smarter, not as smart, nicer, not as nice, prettier, uglier, richer, poorer, more or less successful than me, but Jesus doesn’t care about those things. As the Sunscreen song says, “Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.” Jesus calls us to put down the measuring stick because with Him, our lot is secure.

Communion Sunday is a reminder of how Jesus gives. Jesus gives us this meal as an assurance that what was done on the cross is finished and secure. And if that’s the case, for those who believe, our destiny in eternity is also secure. We gain from His reward because His wounds have paid our ransom.

In church we read from the Heidelberg catechism, question 75, that I am going to type out to go back over this precious truth.
How does the Lord’s Supper remind you and assure you that you share in Christ’s one sacrifice on the cross and in all his gifts?
In this way: Christ has commanded me and all believers to eat this broken bread and drink this cup. With this command he gave this promise: first, as surely as I see with my eyes the bread of the Lord broken for me and the cup given to me, so surely his body was offered and broken for me and his blood poured out for me on the cross. Second, as surely as I receive from the hand of the one who serves, and taste with my mouth the bread and the cup of the Lord, given to me as sure signs of Christ’s body and blood, so surely he nourishes and refreshes my soul for eternal life with his crucified body and poured out blood.

So in this quest of mine to rock out on the LSAT, I can give the best I can and it may not be enough, but I can do my best anyway. My life won’t be over if I can’t get into law school. As Mother Teresa says, “in the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”

So I think I’ll go for a walk/run, reflecting back over the lesson from Communion while stretching my legs, then attack the test prep, calmer, having been refreshed...

love and acceptance in spite of my ugliness

Yesterday I heard a song that made me think of the last sermon I heard at my home church before returning to Furman. Bethany Dillon sings, “I used to think you couldn’t love a mess like me then you came in so close…but you change me, you change me…and though I feel so stuck the hope in Your eyes is enough.”

This kind of love, the kind of love that God offers to us, is what the sermon explores.

God’s love is extended to us, given to us and for us – a love that is never deserved and never ending. God's grace is so amazing because grace is undeserved – it’s given. And God doesn’t wait for us to get our stuff together. God just loves – even when we’re not ready for it, God just loves, even in the midst of our ugliness.

Dave Roever, an evangelist, was in Vietnam when a grenade blew up a few feet from him causing burns all over his body. When his wife went to visit him in the hospital, she had to check the patient folder by his bed because he was unrecognizable. When she confirmed it was her husband, she bent down and kissed his disfigured face and said these words: “Welcome home Davy. I love you.”
He looked up into her eyes and said, “sweetheart I’m so sorry.”
And she said, “sorry? For what?”
“I’m just sorry I will never ever again be able to look good for you.”
And she said, “oh Davy how silly. You never were good looking anyway.”

This elicited laughs from the congregation but I found the truth of her words moving in how they reflect God’s heart towards us.

Dave said later on that “hearing those words of love and of acceptance in spite of my ugliness was the beginning of my spiritual healing which allowed me to face life once again.”

When the preacher said this it gave me chills. I was reminded of God's love that runs deep, deeper than any of my wounds, that He has extended to me no matter how unlovable I feel, directly or through the amazing people He has put in my life as vessels of His love. I have been blessed to have people in my life who are arrows pointing to Heaven, pointing back to God's goodness and how God offers undeserved but amazing, healing inducing, liberating sort of love.

There were times this spring and summer where I was often quite unlovable & just downright selfish and my rotten behavior called for the people in my life to dig deep in order to overlook those flaws, in order to continue a relationship with me, but they did. They didn't just throw in the towel or walk away when they could've and leave me in the messes I was making. They loved me in spite of myself, and in doing so, pointed me to God, because that's how He loves us. And in doing so, they added to my spiritual healing which enabled me to face life once again...

The preacher went on to ask: Have you ever had anyone love you in spite of your ugliness, accept you when you felt you were unacceptable, offer you forgiveness when you felt like something you had done was unforgivable? Has someone said the words, ‘I love you’ when you could not love yourself? Have you ever felt someone love you in spite of your ugliness?

Because that is EXACTLY how God loves us. And sometimes His people are able to be vessels of this love.

In the way that we are loved, love given to us before we deserve it and get our act together, and in spite of our ugliness, we are called to love those around us. So no matter how useless we may feel at times, like we have nothing to offer the world, what we can offer those around us is that same love we have received and when we do it makes a difference.

“This is the amazing story of God’s grace. God saves us by His grace and transforms us more and more into the likeness of His Son by His grace. In all our trials and afflictions, He sustains and strengthens us by His grace. He calls us by grace to perform our own unique function within the Body of Christ. Then, again by grace, He gives to each of us the spiritual gifts necessary to fulfill our calling. As we serve Him He makes that service acceptable to Himself by grace and then rewards us a hundredfold by grace.”

So we love with the same kind of grace that was offered to us.

My pockets are empty
Fear's such a thief
You know how that goes
I used to think
You couldn't love a mess like me
Then You came in so close

As my heart settles
You do the impossible

You change me, You change me
Thank You, Jesus
I can see You change me

Like a bullet in a wound
It needs to be removed
But only by You, only by You
And though I feel so stuck
The hope in Your eyes is enough

To change me, You change me
Thank You, Jesus
I can see You change me

Now that I see Your face
I'll never be the same

You change me, You change me
Thank You, Jesus
I can see You change me

the meaning of life is to live it

This has been a really good day.

I woke up to an email from my marine friend Ryan Tomlinson who is in Iraq. He told me he only has 7 weeks left in Iraq and he will be coming home in mid-October for good! Whew! I worry about him when he’s over there and extended periods of time pass from when I heard from him last. And so God willing he will be coming home to begin his pursuit of his dream job in the FBI. Hearing from him really puts things in perspective. I was lamenting playfully yesterday how I need a vacation since I didn’t get one this summer and he used the same words in his email...he needs a vacation because he’s been in Iraq for several months. Yes, I feel a vacation for the boy might be in order. There’s a Dane Cook skit where the father says something along these lines to his son, “you’re having a hard day? I was in Vietnam, I’ve had a hard life.” He’s been over there fighting on behalf of the United States with more courage and strength than I’ll ever have. I am very thankful for that. I’m very thankful there are people protecting our country so I don’t have to and so I can enjoy the liberties this county affords. It is possible that I can wake up and go about my life in the land of the free and the home of the brave and possess my God-given rights (life, liberty, pursuit of property, or, happiness, though it is argued that the two often go hand in hand) because of the sacrifice Ryan and his fellow men and women in arms make – sacrificing years of their life in service, and in some cases their lives, period. Reflecting on all this puts things in perspective, makes things I used to think were so important loose their appeal. I am being purposefully vague, but there are some things that just don’t matter and it is nice to just not worry about them anymore.

I wrote down some quotes from our convocation speaker today: “may you be liberated from the obsession over grades” and “education is a process. Life is a process.”

May you be liberated from the obsession from grades. Though very important, they don’t need to command a worship like devotion from your soul. Nothing should have such a grip on a human – isn’t that an idol? – and it’s nice to recognize them when they rear their ugly head and cast ones who have commanded such control aside.

Ryan told me in December he would support McCain because McCain knows firsthand about the sacrifice the people in the armed forces make, and McCain would listen to the generals, which is crucial for the time we live in. I have used McCain’s experience in the armed forces and Ryan’s reasoning often in discussions as to why McCain is the better suited candidate. I didn’t watch Palin but want to today, but did read the transcript of Thompson’s speech and saw bits of Giuliani’s. Definitely has me fired up for the Republican ticket. I hope they’ll pick up the momentum they’ll need to pull it out in November. In honor of the convention and Ryan and his fellow men and women in arms I wore a red, white, and blue flag pin today. It had rhinestones.

I’ve got homework, LSAT studying, and maybe running, maybe errands, and a dinner date with the lovely Jenni Asman tonight and I’m thinking South Carolina vs. Vandy game at Corey’s again as my reward for being productive today so I need to get crackin’.

Heard this song, an old favorite, on my walk to class today and have been listening to it on repeat. Goes with the theme of pursuing what’s really important and being grateful for life and love and all the fabulous things life and love has to offer. As this song describes, life is about moments, about relationships.

My sister has a bumper sticker that says: “The meaning of life is to live it.” How do you measure your life? Measure in love. Love is a gift and the best gift there is, because it is out of love, God's love because God is love and therefore the original source of love, that we were given life.

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes how do you measure
Measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love

525,600 minutes, 525,000 journeys to plan
525,600 minutes how can you measure the life of a woman or man
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died

It’s time now to sing out, though the story never ends
Let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

just to say i love you

What a beautiful day at Furman!

Mid-80s all day makes for very pleasant strolls to and from class and around the 5-k campus course.

Instead of going to meetings at 5 and 6 as I have done for the past 2-3 years, I took a short nap and walked the 5-k course.

Au revoir, Residential Life Council. See ya later, Student Alumni Council.

I am trying to balance 4 classes under Furman’s new semester system, a part time job in Furman’s media relations office starting next week, and studying for the LSAT, and I simply do not have the time or energy to devote to those organizations, the time and energy they deserve from their members. I have utmost respect for them and look to see big things from them but know my place is to observe them from afar and that is just fine with me. It’s actually kind of liberating. My sister’s advice to me senior year was not to waste time trying to please people you don’t care about, and I think along those lines falls the concept of spending my time how I need to/want to. So I am learning to say no, I am learning to recognize what I need to do, how I want to spend my time, and pursuing that path.

Classes were good. American Government & Rhetoric day.

After my first class had a great talk with Lily. Her birthday is Friday and she told me to stop by her apartment for some cake in the late evening which works perfectly because I will be spending the early evening with Nancy, my big sister from Tridelt whom I haven’t seen since my visit to Furman this summer. I CANNOT WAIT to see her and hear how she’s been, how her teaching and wedding planning have been going, and just hear about life! And maybe see her apartment and get my bridesmaid dress? Yaaaay. So after I see Nancy I will have pretty much gotten to see all my best friends since I’ve been back. I thought about that on my walk today. I thought about how thankful I am that I am pretty much guaranteed to see three of my best friends every day (my apartment mates) and how I am resolved to see other best friends often, if not weekly. Leanna and I last week talked about how much we think about our friends and if we talked to them or told them how much we thought about them they would probably feel quite loved so I sent Tyner a message telling her I was thinking about her.

Lunch I just showed up. Didn’t know who was going to be there, but I didn’t care. I had no problem sitting by myself. It can be intimidating walking into a big crowded cafeteria, but I just don’t care anymore. I was happy to see Brandon, Seth, and Ann sharing a table and it was a delight to join them. I was more than content to feast alone, but it was so great having company!

After my walk roommate Bridgette and I looked up cruises. We want to take a vacation. Spring break? After Christmas? Cheap? Out of Charleston? Pleeeeeease. Wickles and Corey can come too. Sigh. Dream on, bucko.

I recreated my favorite dish from Chicora Alley for dinner – a wrap with cheese, spinach, plantains (bananas as a substitute) but no chicken because I didn’t have any and it was very yummy and I am going to start studying in a minute or so.

I’d like to catch Palin on later tonight but should get to crackin’ that LSAT…hmm…maybe she will be on youtube.

I'm peaceful, calm, and happy. This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it...sounds good to me!

I've been listening to this song a lot lately. Especially after a weekend like the one I just had, my heart feels peaceful and brimming with, well, love. Just thinkin' there ain't no way to contain the love that I feel inside and how that love makes me think of an even greater love. A love that took the arrows, the nails that I deserve, and wrapped His heart around my name, carved my name into His heart, just to say I love you.

"My Tree" by Chris Rice:

On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree
Where a boy and girl used to take
turns pushing the tire swing
I remember the pocketknife in hand
And her name in my heart
And thinkin' there ain't no way for a boy to contain
The love that he feels inside
So I carved her name into my tree
Then I carved a heart around her name
Then I carved an arrow through the heart
Just to say "I love you"
Now on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
I remember the nails through my hands
And your name in my heart
And how in their wordless way the nails explain
The love that I feel inside
As they carved your name into my tree
Where I wrapped my heart around your name
Then I took your arrow through my heart
Just to say, "I love you"
Just to say, "I love you"
Now I can never forget how much you mean to me
'Cause I will always remember whenever I see
Where I carved your name into my tree
Where I wrapped my heart around your name
Then I took your arrow through my heart
Just to say, "I love you"
Just to say, "I love you"

Labor Day weekend

It was Labor Day weekend & I was 22…

The first academic week of senior year was just three days and so before I knew it, it was already the weekend, and the weekend – not just any weekend, but Labor Day weekend – came and went just as fast.

My boyfriend Clint came to visit for the weekend. He has an afternoon class so we originally planned on him arriving at Furman around 10, but mid afternoon he called to say he had skipped the class, left middle Tennessee around noon, and would be arriving in Greenville in time for dinner! How wonderful! I was so thrilled.

We went to Chicora Alley – one of my favorites – for dinner. We decided its fare is like an upscale Mexican/Caribbean mix, so, delicious. I always get a chicken burrito – with really good cheese and salsas and avocado, but what makes the dish is the plantains – sweet and hot and oh so yummy.

After dinner we met up with the crew celebrating Luke Browder’s 21st/going away party at an oyster bar and Clint got to meet Luke, Amanda Pepper, Kelly Dye, Brita Long, Leanna Hammet, Ann Truslow, Ryan Brady, and Will Whitson to name a few.

Once back at my apartment we sat out on the balcony – our third floor balcony provides a lovely view of the woods and an ideal place to greet the morning with a mug of coffee at the beginning of the day or a fabulous spot to unwind at the end of the day. This particular instance the night air felt fabulous and we enjoyed some peach champagne under the clear night sky. Then, we joined friends and roommates at another apartment and Clint got to meet even more of my pals.

In the morning (more like noon) we made chocolate chip pancakes and ate them on the balcony though it was a bit toasty outside, then walked around the lake, saw the black swan, and strolled through the rose garden and rain garden. Then we went to Wal-mart and got Clint a Furman shirt since the Furman bookstore was closed. The afternoon was hot and sunny so we relaxed and watched The Princess Bride before going to Liberty with the roommates and Corey and Allison McFall, my adorable little sister in my sorority, to meet Ryan Singhi and Caroline Ingram. Liberty is a restaurant right by the baseball stadium that Furman students frequent and so I wanted to take Clint there. It is also a favorite restaurant of mine and I have been to one or two birthday celebrations there.

After dinner we had friends over and Clint got initiated by the roommates. They made him a torch and banner to run through…yeah…they had plotted this before his arrival and we kept it a secret though we told him there was something to anticipate. Oh, roomses. He gave us a bottle of pomegranate wine as a thanks for hosting him for the weekend treat and it was delicious. Well done, Wickles.

The next morning (more like noon) we made cinnamon & splenda (sugar substitute much to Clint’s dismay since he is not a fan of light foods) pancakes and enjoyed them on the balcony to a partly cloudy sky. Then we drove to North Carolina to go to Chimney Rock State Park to hike. The drive was glorious. Windows down. Perfect temperature. Amazing view of the mountains. The air smelled fresh and pure – like right before a rainstorm because it was about to rain but the sun was still shining. Took it in, drank it in.

Pretty much right when we got to the park the clouds got darker and more prominent in the sky. We went up Chimney Rock for a fabulous view of Lake Lure and the North Carolina mountains. Not too far into the hike it started to rain so we ducked for cover in what we called our little cave and waited for the rain to pass. Since sitting under my parents’ screen door porch is one of my favorite pastimes, this was rather amazing for me – listening to the rain, smelling and watching and in some instances feeling the rain come down. It passed over leaving behind puddles and a pleasant coolness in the air. We made our way to the bottom of the waterfall for another incredible view of the mountains.

Post hike I took Clint to Thaicoon, another Furman student favorite and I got one of my favorite meals - pineapple curry – then we returned to the apartment and watched Borat (which I had to pause twice so Clint could catch his breath from laughing so hard).

Today Clint left around noon. Bummer. Don’t know when I’m going to see him again, but it’s looking like not ‘til the end of September for our Tridelt function. Fortunately, I have a long distance relationship pro in my apartment (Mandy) and one who managed a long distance relationship with limited communication over the summer (Bridgette). We’ll see. It is what it is. My sister managed her senior year and they made it work. It’ll be an adjustment. Fortunately I’ve got a lot on my plate so there’s no time to waste moping.

I’ve been doing homework most the day and took a long break to write this blog post before beginning LSAT prep. I was going to try to slip away and watch some of the UT game but I really need to devote at least two hours to review tonight. I can’t complain about having to do work now after playing all weekend I suppose.